Forcemasc Pope Cody with trans male best friend…is this too niche… f slur mention chill on me
“You’re sparing with me tonight, I need a partner and you need ta’ learn how to take a punch, I don’t care.”
He’s putting you in a headlock and you’re holding your breath trying not to think about his cock against your back. “Don’t tap out, you got it. If you tap I’m gonna knock your teeth in next, so be smart.” Hes always been tough on you, on everyone, that’s just how he is. He grew tougher with you because he loves you, just wants to push you further. But you were confused as hell..
he pushes you out of his grip and lets you fall onto the matt, panting and coughing as you catch your breath, looking up at him as he stands tall before you, hands on his hips. “Goood boy, see? You can handle it. You wanna try me this time?” He grins. You nod, eyes flickering from him and his obviously hardened cock outlined from his training shorts before taking his outstretched hand and helping you off the matt.
“What, you jealous?” He tilts his head, making you freeze. “It’s normal, we’re..getting physical. So expect it. When you’re as big as me one day you’ll learn. Now come on, ‘sume position.” Whatever, he’s always been weird.
He stops you from sitting so timidly, grabbing your thigh and forcing you spread when seated next to each other. “You sit like a bitch.” And he keeps his hand tight on you to force em to stay open, sometimes going higher. Normal, normal. Right?
You wait for him at the door and see his car pulling up, fixing your hat and sliding into the passenger seat, his hand resting behind the headrest. He’s staring at you, longer than usual for him, which is saying something. You start to slouch, feeling a little too conscious of yourself. “What?” You ask, and he shakes his head.
“First of all sit up, but..nothing. Like the outfit, that’s all.” He shrugs before pulling off. You had a normal cap on, some dumb t-shirt and a flannel pulled over it with pants you probably found on the beach. Hearing it from him felt nice, even if it wasn’t his style. It was euphoric.
You take your shirt off after hitting the gym with him, biceps exposed to the chillness of Popes place, sweat staining your binder and onto your stomach. You stand in front of the fan, your arms on your head to get all the cool air, and Pope just..watches. Shoulders slumped, hands to his side as he stares at you from behind, taking in your figure, it’s been a while since he’s been able to make out where your hips used to be.
“You’re gettin’ big.” He says, and you hear his voice grow closer as you open your eyes. “Hm?” You say, his hands already grabbing at your arms and stomach from behind, he’s so close you feel his breath against your neck. “Gyms payin’ off, you’re getting swole, dude. Flex.” He demands, shaking his head softly when you listen, so easy.
He watched you stare at yourself, a little proud smile growing on your face. “See?” He pokes your bicep, then gets close, comparing his to yours. “Not as good as me though. One day you might be able to get as big as mine, maybe when you’re like-fifty.” He jokes, playfully punching you as he walks into his kitchen.
One night at Darren’s bar, he catches you staring at some guy across the bar, playing pool. He noticed your body language, doing that bitchy thing where you squeeze your thighs together and hold your hands in your lap, slouched over. Either anxious, or flustered. He rolls his eyes, jaw tensing before he throws back his last shot.
It was something you hadn’t told him, but he knew. Just like how he knew with Derran, he doesn’t fucking care. It’s not his business. But you weren’t any one else’s to be looking at like that.
He grabs your face and forces your eyes, the back of his hands pressing at your cheeks, they’re warm. “You’re drunk,” yes and no, you’d been blushing. “Wanna get back to mine? I’m bored here anyway.” He doesn’t wait for your answer as he stands, and you’re fumbling behind him, so much so that you hold his belt loop to get through the crowd.
It’s something so innocent, really, it is. But he can’t help but sport a semi, you’re so lucky to have someone as nice as Pope, who knows what that man would’ve done to you. Pope hasn’t even broken you in yet properly, there’s no way you’re taking other guys, not into your manhood at least.
Staying over Popes place wasn’t something out of the ordinary, he’d even let you sleep in his bed, who cares? You’re just dudes, he’s your best friend after all. You guys strip down separately, Pope down to his sweats, watching you TV as you strip down to your airy plaid boxers and binding tape.
“You know you don’t have to wear that here. You shouldn’t wear it too long anyway, you’ll fuck up your skin.” He’d tell you, cautious as always (at least that’s what you told yourself). “Are you sure? I wouldn’t..I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” You lay next to him on your back, watching him switch through channels.
“Why would it? My shirts off, is that making you uncomfortable?” He brings a hand behind his head, shrugging softly as he looks over at you. He watched as you peel it off slowly, careful to not rip skin, sighing when you finally do, setting it on the nightstand. “Mine are bigger anyway.” He’s glad to see you more comfortable, even if it was shooting you corny jokes.
His eyes wander you as you guys talk about other shit, he can’t help but wonder. He’s never ever seen you naked, you’re never naked in front of him, though growing older together you’ve seen him naked more times than you could count. And he was fine with that, if you’re not comfortable, that’s that.
But alcohol sets into him, and he’s wondering what lies beneath your sweaty, airy pair of boxers you’re wondering. If you’ve been..experimenting with yourself, he knows you’ve got some growth, he’s done his own research just to better grasp what his friends dealing with, and you talk about it, though it’s been a while since that last conversation.
“How’s your bottom growth,” he sits up, turning the tv down a bit. “Oh-it’s good? I dunno what I expected, but I’m not..unhappy.” You shrug, a dopey smile growing on your face. “Yeah?” “Like..i knew what it was gonna be like, but it’s more than I expected.”
“Oh yeah, it’s bigger than others?” He chuckled, tilting his head. “Lemme see what you’re working with, are you jerkin’ off yet?” He asks, and you’re taken back, by how casual, and that he would ask his friend that. “You-you wanna see?? My cock?” You ask, your leg propped up so your knees facing the ceiling.
He’s shocked at your pull back, brows furrowing. “Yeah?? Why not, you’ve seen mine, we’re friends.” He shrugs. “Friends..show each other their dicks.” You deadpan. “Yeah, I did it with my friends growing up. It’s normal, like, comparing and shit. S’a part of puberty dude.” He nudged you, and you sigh nervously, sliding off your shorts and throwing them to the ground, shuddering at the cool air hitting your tip.
He smiles, clearly amused, “so no, you’re not able to jerk off yet,” he began chuckling, “it’s so small. Thought you said it was bigger.” “Wha-it is bigger! Not..compared to like-you or something, but other men going on T.” “Hey, I’m not knackin’ at you. Gotta start somewhere,” Pope shrugs with a little giggle, and before you can say anything, he’s pulling his sweats down, kicking them to the ground and pulling his cock out his boxers.
“I think mine would be bigger than yours soft too, isn’t that something?” What were you feeling right now? He’s literally calling you small, yet you’re..aroused. You watch him stroke his cock slowly, hearing a soft sigh come from him as he stares at his pink tip. You’ve never seen him hard, no way. This was much more than what he was packing when walking around the house naked.
He catches you staring, the corner of his mouth upturning slightly, stopping and holding it at the base. “You wanna give it a go?” He tilts his head, licking his lips slower than usual as he looks into your eyes. “At..at jerking you off?” “Yeah.” He shrugs. Right. Like that’s fucking normal. “Like..yknow, practice, dude. So when your time comes it won’t feel awkward.”
He pulls you closer, removing his hand as you take its place, grabbing his length. Hes much bigger in your hand than his own, and you try not to focus on his abs and how they rise and fall quicker, even if Pope tried to hide it. He cups his big hang over yours, guiding you, “Like this. Move your wrist, too. Don’t be so stiff.” His voice is barely above a whisper as he looks at you, making sure you’re retaining this.
You can’t hold the contact, you’re locked in on his cock, you feel him pulse in your hand, it makes you dizzy, rubbing your legs together, and Pope took notice. He knew he was taking advantage of you, no doubt. It wasn’t in his plan to get you a little drunk, take you home and do whatever he pleases. But in his mind, he’s just shaping you into a man, showing you the ropes. And you’re a big boy, he knows that. If you wanted to stop you can speak up.
Pope rubs at your hip after hearing you shudder, you’re watching precum bead at his tip, and your mouth feels full with drool as you nod. “You okay kiddo? I’m not intimidating you, am I?” He grins, and you shake your head. “No, no it’s-it’s big but..I’m fine.” You shrug, and he hums, trying to read your face.
“Okay.” Is all he says, his lips parted when you go faster, you had to know what you were doing. “Can I try?” He points to you with his hand that occupied your hip, and before you can answer he’s lifting up and turning to you this time, arm leaning back on the bed as he drapes his hand down your tummy.
“How do you get off, then? You still use a vibrator and your fingers?” “Yeah, uh it’s not big enough to like..hold or anything.” “So it’s like, this?” He runs his middle finger down your tip, prodding it softly, a small action that sends a jolt through your body, eyes widening on him as your hand comes up to hold his forearm.
“Y-yes, yes.” You nod, trying not to let the pleasure get the best of you. But you’re tipsy, and you’re so sensitive all the time now, it took a lot of you to swallow back a moan when he puts pressure on you, watching your face. “You use your fingers on your hole too? Or just mess around with your dick.” “Uhm..” you swallow, wanting to close your legs, but his other hand keeps you open at his attention.
“Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I do.” “How many?” He takes you in his hand, smirking at how you shrink under him when he brings his thumb to circle your tip, stroking you the best he can in the process. You shudder out a gasp, gripping at his wrist, trying not to squirm so much. “Two. Pope it-it’s really sensitive so,” you pant, watching him toy with you.
“Yeah, I can tell.” He comes back to face you, his eyes dark and low on you, a slight upturn in his lips as he watched you grow flustered under him, his other fingers prodding your folds. “You can moan if you want kiddo, it’s ok. I’m touching your dick, after all.” He shrugs, he’s getting off on how you try and keep yourself together, he can tell you’re trying to not make it into something that’s already done.
You’re getting jerked off by your best friend, for gods sake. Let it out. He sees the worry, the nervousness in your eyes, and only hopes his face tells you it’s okay, to let it out. He sinks two fingers in you, sighing upon hearing your shocked gasp, a rather high “oh!” coming from you, shifting closer to him unintentionally.
“Yeah?” He whispers, “What, this doin’ somethin to you? I’m just..exploring.” He shrugs, but you feel his cock against your thigh, you know he’s feeling what you are. “Pope. Andrew.” You whisper, a cautious tone on your tongue as your mouth parts with another moan, he’s knuckle deep inside you, curling his fingers and hitting a spot you haven’t felt in..forever.
“Andrew!” You moan again, grabbing at his bicep now, bucking up to his touch, you couldn’t help it anymore. “I know. Just..stay still. It’s ok.” He knew you never thought you’d be in such a..position. Your best friend, jerking you off with his hard dick against your thigh, angry red and leaking all over you.
But Pope couldn’t wait any longer, especially when you look so good, building yourself, seeing your confidence grow, your manhood.
“Is it much better now that you’re on T? I read that your sensitivity shoots up like crazy.” The nerve he had to so causally ask you anything, like he wasn’t knuckle deep inside you. “Y-yeah, since it’s bigger now. A lot of nerves and everything.” You nod, licking your once dry lips as you gaze at him, eyes wide and blown as you bite your lip, god, he couldn’t wait to ruin you on him.
“Makes me a lot hornier too.” You add, and his brows raise, piquing his interest. “Oh yeah? Good for you, then.” He smiles, eyes flickering down, to his hand, you’ve soaked his palm, he could lube himself with the slick you’ve coated him with. “You’re so wet,” he revels, his cock twitching against you, grinding himself against you now, no shame in it.
“Fuckin leakin’ all over me n shit huh? Jesus, look at that,” he pulls out of your fingers and comes down between your legs on his knees, he’s so swift you barely register it. You watch him spread his fingers like E.T., seeing your mess string around the digits, and from your peripheral vision you see his cock jump again.
“Gross.” He says, though in the same breath you watch him lather his dick up with it, seeing it reflect in the light off his tip. “You’re gross, you’re spreading it all over yourself like a fag.” “Yeah, I am.” He nods, his mouth agape as he strokes himself faster, eyes leaving yours as he runs them down your body, reopening your legs with ease.
“It’s from your pussy though.” He shrugs, eyes glued to your hole that clenches around nothing. “You did that, you..” you find yourself getting embarrassed, because it set in. Pope Cody, your best friend was just fingering you open, and now he’s stroking his cock looking at you. You can’t fight it, you know it’s far beyond…“practice”.
“I what, huh? Say it. Use your fuckin’ words it’s just us.” He leans in close to you, hand still grabbing at himself as he slots between your legs, and you feel his tip brush against yours as he gets himself off. “You..touched me.” You whimper, eyes bouncing back and forth at the display. His eyes are low on you, and he’s only inches away from your face, when did you lay back on the pillow? Your brain is so foggy.
“I touched you? You talkin’ bout how I stroked your dick and fingered you? Just say it dude, don’t be a baby bout it.” He scoffs, “and you liked it anyway.” He looks down, stopping to grab your hip, making you meet his grinds, a low whimper coming from you. You don’t do anything but watch, your back arching slightly.
“Yours is so much smaller,” he tilts his head as he watched, breath getting more jagged the harder he presses against you. “Sounds like you’re projecting.” You quip, rubbing down his bicep, and you can’t help but squeeze. You’ve never been this..open in front of him, never been so close. He huffs a laugh, brows coming together in amusement.
“Oh yeah? You see the difference too, don’t you?” He grins, and his eyes flicker to your parted lips and the little whiskers you’re growing above them. He cradled your cheek as he runs his thumb over it, stopping his grinding, and you feel his tip drape down your folds. You didn’t know how he kept a cool head, you felt like you were gonna burst under him any second now.
“Ah, you got a little hair on your lips now.” He chirps, biting his lips as he thumbs yours, seeing how you just barely chase it. Needy. “Can I feel it? I’ve never been much of a mustache guy but it might look good on you. Or something.” He shrugs lightly, and when you nod he doesn’t waste anytime, pushing his lips onto yours, ravenging your mouth, slipping his tongue inside with a quickness.
It’s a slow kiss, he feels your teeth push against his, and he’s hovering over you, grinding harder. “You think,” he starts, lips still on yours as he holds your face. “Just because you got a little peach fuzz that you’re hot shit, huh?” The kiss grows passionate, your chin getting wet with the way he eats at you, groaning in the kiss with you.
You feel his tip slip down, pressing against your hole in a way that makes you gasp against him, grabbing at his shoulders when you feel his tip almost slip inside you. “Pope—gasp—Pope you’re-you’re real close,” you say, and he pulls away with a “hm?” as he looks down, lips still chasing yours.
“Oh, yeah.” He says, spreading your leg wider, and you feel more of him enter you; it’s slow, he’s out before he’s barely in, and he feels you clench against nothing as he pushes your leg open further, lips still locking with yours. “I guess it is a little uh..close, yeah. S’that a problem?” His eyes meet yours, and he gives more force with his grind, sending his tip inside you, making you moan in his mouth.
“Pope you’re-” you sigh between kisses, the anticipation feeling like teasing now as he fucks his tip into you. “You’re big, it’s a lot.” “Yeah, not just ‘projecting’ now. But you’re a big boy, right? You can take it. It’s not bothering nobody.” He taunts, thrusting his tip past your opening, getting another gasp out of you, your legs squeezing around his waist.
“Just slips right in, damn.” He says, and he’s doing a pretty good job at pretending it wasn’t affecting him. Truly, inside he was eager, ready to pound you into submission like he’s been waiting to do for years, since you started your transition. He breaths hard through his nose as his abs tighten, eyes flickering to your flustered face, his lips brushing yours as he fucks his cock inside you slowly.
He watches as your lashes flutter, parted lips going dry against him as you moan and wriggle beneath him, feeling like the oxygen inside you was giving out the more he stretches you open. The realization sets in when you hear him groan quietly, feeling yourself shrink into him, your hand coming up to snake through the curls on his neck, your other gripping his bicep.
He’s fucking you, dude. You’re getting fucked by your..straight best friend.
“You’re tight. When’s the last time you’ve been properly stretched open?” He teases, his hand coming up to grip the pillow beside you, face flushing red. “You’re fucking me.” You pant into his mouth, eyes low on his as his are big on yours studying you. There’s shock in your voice, like you finally settled on what he was doing, what he’d been doing this entire time.
“Nothing to do with what I said,” he watches your cunt stretch around him, fighting his eyes that desperately want to roll back at the feeling. “What, you tappin’ out? It gettin’ too much for you, pussy?” He searches your face for any discomfort, but you throw your head back, legs coming up to squeeze his waist, even though he’s stronger than you, pushing it back open.
“Know you can take it, if you can take a punch to the gut you can take this, right?” There’s a shaky, but teasing tone on his tongue, one that makes you clench around him, so he keeps going. “Yeah? You’re a good boy. You can take it, m’almost all the way there. You’ve never had something this..big, before?” He smirks against your skin, you’re fucking loving it.
He groans when he bottoms out, your tight, warm walls hugging him he feels dizzy, already speeding up he thrusts in a way that makes your moans come out louder, more drawn out. It’s so fucking good it makes him shiver. “Fucking taking it. You like it, hm?” He teases, messily kissing you again, and you greet him with the same energy, heart pounding out of your body as your teeth clash together.
“You like it, fucking faggot. Fucking your best friend,” you groan, feeling his toothy grin in the kiss. He’s holding you closer, pushing your legs up farther too, “M’a faggot, yeah? That right?” He thrusts into you harder, and you share a deep groan, nails digging into your back and you’re forced to pull away, you’re both drunk off the feelings inside and of each other, elated, blushy faces meeting one another.
“You’re moanin for it like a faggot, all tight around me n’ shit. You’re squeezing me-I can feel it dude fuck,” he groans, rolling his eyes as he lifts up, grabbing your hips to really give it to you, have you take it like a man should. “So fucking tight, god. You take dick like a bitch,” he clenched his teeth together, fingers digging into your ribcage as you arch your back off the bed.
“Shut up, you love this, you fucking love it,” your moans come up higher at the end of your sentences, fisting handfuls of his sheets, you watch him nod dizzily, lashes fluttering as he watched his cock stretch you out. “So fucking bad. Feels so good, look at that,” he fisted your hair into his hand, forcing your eyes to meet where his were, watching as he pounds into you, mouth agape with deep groans exiting him.
“Yer’ swallowing me. You love that shit don’t you,” his eyes are dark, heavy as he stares down at you, you can’t even answer him you’re so entranced, nodding your head frantically as moans fly off your tongue. He just nods, his lip between his teeth as he pushes you back down, grunting with each deep thrust he sends through you. “Yeah, knew you would. Take that shit.”
Is this special to anyone besides me and my good friend @arin-dummyboy….ive been feeling real gender dysphoric and this was actually making me so down bad…hes so mean…pls don’t throw stones at me ok love u bai
